TO MY WILLED EBONY WORD FLOWERS
Tolling bells are ringing,
And mission purpose
Grows to its physical end:
Spiritual nourishment willed:-
Those who sow
Wisdom’s navigation
Will pass on and die,
But their Epistles
Will remain sermonic lessons
To be learned and actualized:-
While their white,
Lettered paper, may yellow,
The inking will remain black;
Teaching those holy lessons:
Washing needed feet, surpasses
Bloody hand washings:-
Though death is inevitable,
Likewise, is the suppressed word
And the revelation of its enlightenment:
And though it may flow slowly,
It flows to the mind's deepest depth,
And its ascension of mind is limitless:-
May the coming tears for me,
Forever hydrate the word flowers
Who seeds I’ve sown and left behind:
That they and my spirit may bear fruits
With energizing juices, nourishing liberation.
EXPLORATIONS
transformed
harmony
manifold
in
appearance
an
unthinkable
observance
steeped
in
sensibility
rigorous
intimations
actualized
in
allegory
of
deliberate
oracles
in
interpretative
openess
discrete
& unmistakable
manoeuvred
immobility
of
single
moments
pure
essence
in
visual
contemplations
Weighing for a thought, golden
Dropped by whom, this coinage
Into startled mind?
Access to realms approved. Flushed out
This cheerless from behind.
Love's; of a more rarefied
Gracefulness compelled by.
Now actualized. See!
Sweet, twas by whose hand, a fairy's
So lavished me I cry ?
“You look happy.”
It wasn’t a compliment, nor was it truly an observation. It did not fall from his tongue with ease, it clung to his very being like a toxin that could not be purged. It was an accusation, a statement that settled itself between the two of us and silently solidified the notion of our separation.
Because I was happy.
I was so happy it threatened to consume us both, proving with no uncertainty that it was finished. The nail beaten so crudely into the coffin that even his deft hands could not pry their way inside. The all encompassing grasp of his self actualized sadness no longer touched the depths of me. I had reduced him from a prophet to a beggar, and in the end, I was happy.
Could a blessing be a curse?
In the devil's hands, it's worse!
AI, a tool of boundless might,
Ensures our tasks are done just right.
Yet intellects tremble, not quite steady,
To steer this ship, they’re barely ready.
It’s a double-edged sword we wield,
A book reduced to a single field.
One moment, a rollercoaster ride,
Next, a plunge where disasters hide.
AI, a treasure trove so vast,
Buried deep in intellect's cast.
It's worth can only be actualized
If we dig deep into our imagination.
Forever ignored in the confines of your void,
yet my prayers persist undeterred; unalloyed.
I smile knowing I've actualized the test once more;
the realm of my dreams, a canvas to your lore.
Truth and illusion meld to create the Shadow Queen's tapestry.
The canvas of reality itself; the lore of insanity.
In being nothing, her subjects epitomize the call.
That is silent strength and loyalty, within her kingdom's hall.
The reign of death will last as long as time
when my last fruit changes into wormwood
the death of life is not misunderstood
when candles lit will cause the bells to chime
silent in death's repose lay I disguised
this end will count the minuscule of years
and quell the fear unknown when it appears
from Heaven's Kingdom minds have actualized
no way can I vanquish the time of death
dispenses me as if a rotten gourd
the fear of what's beyond in silence grows
when life cannot sustain the fate of breath
I'll find Charon's ferry and get aboard
the question asked of truth is no one knows
4/6/23 contest I Died
Pour every second and every ounce,
Into a reality that cannot be actualized.
Try your hardest and go the mile;
You will be told it is not enough.
It's hard to find any solace in this world;
Your biggest achievements feel unnoticed.
If you can find the strength to realize your achievements are for you,
You perhaps can find enough peace to remember how well you have done.
You made it this far, didn't you?
There are many things I do not understand.
I do not know why some that I love can slam the door so quickly,
I do not know why some hurt eachother like this.
I know that the more love I splash on others the more love washes over me:
I know that it does not pay to be angry.
I know that you did your best,
I know you have regrets.
I know you have achievements,
And I know you deserve love.
It's just hard to realize you aren't the love I deserve.
In order to fully realize and activate your inner child
You must put your minds aside
Your reptilian mind and your cognitive mind
If you want to be fully self-actualized and enlightened
I stared at the soothsayer, but kept my mouth shut.
My minds were both running in all kinds of directions.
I know what I speak of, he assured me. I was not convinced.
Maybe we have different ways of obtaining enlightenment.
My path might be totally devoid of ignoring my minds.
My feelings laughed in my ear.
Believing he knew more than I did.
My muse began to hum and dance.
That’s the first step he told me.
You are on the right path.
trying to unwind
allow time to pass by
peacefully blind.
a need to breathe out overcomes me,
need to free the rock inside me
push and pull whispering please
I need to breathe.
To Breathe easy.
To feel serenity-of joy and camaraderie.
lonely wings flutter by,
one speck dotting the night sky.
Alone with my creator-
the breeze carries me.
Allow me to be where Im meant to be
To lead a life of earnesty,
TO cry on a shoulder of empathy
of connection to eternity.
Allow my efforts to be actualized
to feel validated by the one on High.
She lived her truth
Not second guessing herself
Until someone she admired said the wrong thing
Was she arrogant or assertive?
Confident or convoluted?
She tried to be herself again
But retaining her truth was more difficult
She was never again one hundred percent
Sad that she did not realize
the person she admired had said the wrong thing
Guess the truth was she was not actualized enough ………………yet.
L O V E
—————
Love…
Crosses walls-
Invites the vines-
Joins the harvest toil-
Stays, Faithful-
Speaks the ineffable-
Increases-
Offers its fruit-
Swells within-
Embroiders tapestries-
Will not pause-
Shall be
Caressed, with appreciation-
Bears forgiveness-
Sings-
Constantly is re-created-
By the touch of God-
Great as the division of
Dark from Light-
And, is actualized by the heart-
A seed in the soul,
An enduring source-
A force of all good-
To reap peace…
And at the last,
lasts longer
In undreamed-of ways.
———————————————
(c) sally young Eslinger 11/7/21
Thanks be to God
Porcupine fell in love with Porpoise today.
Protective quills ready at the stay.
Porpoise dove down with his blunt snout.
Porcupine smiled; in love with the lout.
It can never be actualized Porcupine said.
But I will love you totally until the day I am dead.
Porpoise said, “I feel exactly the same about you. “
They were star crossed lovers, these magnificent two.
MIND
thoughtful, attentive
thinking, meditating, feeling
imagination, brain; substance, material
reading, troubling, occupying
actualized, tangible
MATTER
written September 4, 2021
Loving life at sixty eight
Looking forward to sixty nine
Sixty nine is the new forty-nine
My eyes see well, my heart is happy
I have new hobbies, I look forward to life
I am self-actualized and excited about this next year
Sixty nine, sixty nine, I sing happily about this new birth date time
Loving looking forward to sixty nine
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